What are you Looking At?

Writers: Estelle, Steel
Date Posted: 29th April 2026

Characters: R'zen, A'ten
Description: Bored weyrlingstaff assistant A'ten clashes with new weyrling R'zen
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 13
Notes: Mentioned: O'rock

Since the new weyrling class from Chioneth's clutch was so much larger than Galgaith's, A'ten could no longer get away with passing the time gazing blankly into the distance, envying his older classmates who were now full wingriders - much less skive off his duties altogether. The mornings and evenings were the busiest, rushing from one new hatchling to the next to make sure their weyrlings got the hang of chopping meat and watching out for choking or overfeeding.

At least this time most of them were weyrbred and had some idea what they were doing, unlike the holdless group from the senior class. Once again, A'ten silently counted the months until his sixteenth birthday, when he'd finally be able to join the Wings, as he waited for the junior class to be over.

“What are _you_ looking at?” R'zen demanded, perhaps predictably, when one of the Weyrlingstaff appeared to be staring at him for far too long. He glowered. Weyrlingstaff, tch. This guy couldn't be that much older than he was.

Ibranth finished eating, and yawned. }:You can defeat him, Mine.:{ the blue asserted. }:We have been training.:{

A'ten blinked, roused from his daydream of fighting Thread, and focused on a bluerider about his age. Instantly, he felt his irritation rising. He was a full rider, even if he didn't have a wing assignment yet. These new-hatched babies could at least treat him with respect. "What's it to you, weyrling?"

Weyrling? _Weyrling_?! Sure, he was, but this guy was practically the _same age_. How _dare_ he?!

R'zen's eyes narrowed, and he lifted his chin slightly. “You were _staring_.” He retorted, temper sparked. “That's what. If you've got a problem, deal with it. _I'm_ not doing anything wrong. Ignore him, Ibranth.” he added, when his blue looked up. **It's fine. I'm handling it.**

"Why would I stare at you?" A'ten sounded as much baffled as annoyed. "I don't even know who you are. Or care, before you try to introduce yourself," he added. "I just need to watch and make sure you don't stuff your hatchling until he chokes, like some of the idiots in the last batch."

“You were _too_ staring.” R'zen bristled once more. “And good, cause I wouldn't give you my name anyway without an order.” He added hotly. “I'm not an idiot and neither is Ibranth, so you can shove off. Maybe go pay attention to _O'rock_.”

"O'rock's weyrbred. He's slightly less likely to do something stupid, like chopping his own fingers off or making his dragon throw up." A'ten folded his arms and looked over the new weyrling, suspicion in every line of his expression. "Why do you want to get rid of me? Are you about to try something?"

R'zen made a face. “Debatable.” He tossed back. “Or do you think weyrbred are better than anyone else?” He added in challenge. “And _I'm_ minding my own business. Want me to tell Ibranth to tell Domorth you're bugging us for no reason?”

Ibranth looked up again. }:Tell him to go away, Mine.:{ he encouraged. }:I'm bored. Let's do something else.:{

"Go on, then." A'ten shrugged. Somehow, he suspected the Weyrlingmaster would already be familiar with this weyrling's particular personality quirks. "I'm sure he’ll be delighted to be disturbed because you thought someone was looking at you funny."

“... Shove off.” R'zen repeated finally, and scowled. “You're distracting me, and Ibranth’s still hungry.”

"Well, feed him then." As much as he'd rather be anywhere but here, he wasn't going to be pushed around by some baby weyrling. "And I think I'll keep an eye on you while you do it. You don't seem like you're focusing properly on your task, not if you get distracted that easily."

“_You_ were the one staring.” R'zen retorted. “I was minding my own business. Besides, the _actual_ Weyrlingmasters say not to overfeed our dragons. So. Bye. C'mon, Ibranth.”

Ibranth snorted, and followed-- though he reached out to rip one more big piece from the readied meat as he passed.

A'ten thought about following them, just to put that little smart-arse in his place. As if he'd bother staring at him, or any of his annoying friends! But with an effort, he suppressed his irritation. Sooner or later, he thought, that weyrling was going to be rude to the wrong person. And then, he'd get the satisfaction of seeing him get what was coming to him.

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